Just a quick heads up: this chapter will have some strong sexual hints. There will be no in-depth descriptions of actual sex, but just thought I'd give a warning just in case. If you don't like that sort of stuff you won't be missing too much by not reading this chapter as the actual plot of the story had ended now. This is just tieing up the loose ends on Zoro and Sanji's relationship. (That is why it's so short. I'm sorry ;-;). But anyway, here is the last chapter! I hope you enjoy. Also I'm gonna edit this entire story in a few weeks. I just couldn't wait to publish it XD.

"Oi, Sanji. I'm here. What did you want?" Zoro stepped into his gym, where Sanji was sat on one of his mats. The room smelled of sweat, but Sanji didn't seem to mind as he absent mindedly fiddled with one of Zoro's smaller weights.

"Oh, Zoro." He put the weight down and stepped towards the swordsman.

"So, what did you want?" Zoro asked.

"I, uh, needed to tell you something, Zoro. Something that's been long overdue."

"What?"

Sanji looked down at the ground, his cheeks flushed red. "Zoro, I like you."

"You said that the other day," Zoro said.

"No, I mean... I really like you."

"What?"

"For a while now, I've had a crush on you, Zoro. I tried to hide it by being nasty to you but it just... It wouldn't work."

"I... I-"

"It's okay if you're repulsed by me," Sanji said solemnly, "I'll try and get over you. It's okay."

"N-no! That's not what I was gonna say."

"Then what were you going to say?" Sanji raised an eyebrow.

"I-I was gonna say that... I was gonna say that I like you too." Zoro felt the heat rush to his cheeks.

"So... Do you want to be with me, Zoro?" Sanji asked, edging a little closer.

"Yes. I would." Zoro felt tears prickling his eyes, but he didn't know why. He wrapped an arm around Sanji, pulling him close. The scent of aftershave clung to Sanji. Zoro hadn't noticed it before over the smell of cigarettes. "I love you, Sanji," he whispered into his ear, running a hand through his clean blonde hair.

"I love you too." Sanji pulled away from the hug and stared into Zoro's piercing eyes lovingly. Zoro's chest fluttered and the corners of his lips turned up into a smile. He leaned in, brushing his lips against Sanji's, cupping his face in one of his calloused hands. Their bodies pressed together as Zoro nibbled at Sanji's lip. Zoro's other hand worked its way down Sanji's back while both of Sanji's hands gripped Zoro's back, pulling him up against his body.

The pair slowly worked their way down to the ground, lips pressed together, tongues dancing, until Sanji sat in Zoro's lap. Sanji moaned as Zoro's tongue made its way down his neck, shallow breaths tickling his milky skin. He couldn't help but grip Zoro's shirt so tighlty it felt as though he was going to rip it. "Oh, you want me to take it off?" Zoro murmured into his ear as his ripped off his shirt and threw it aside. He lay down onto his back, reaching for Sanji's shirt buttons. "Here, let me help you with this," he whispered, thumbing the buttons on the shirt until all of them were undone. The shirt was tossed aside. Sanji leaned in for another kiss, their breaths mingling.

Zoro's heart was pounding as Sanji pulled away and gazed into his eyes, panting. He ran his fingers along his stomach, avoiding his new stitches, until he reached his trousers. He caressed the bulge in Zoro's pants, smiling as Zoro closed his eyes and moaned softly at the touch. Every inch of Zoro's body was filled with the euphoric sensation. Their trousers and underwear soon found their way on the floor next to the discarded shirts and hushed moans and shuffling filled the room.

Both men left the gym wearing creased clothes and sat in the kitchen. It seemed that was now the place to go when having serious conversation. Zoro smiled at the thought.

"What are you smiling at?" Sanji raised an eyebrow.

2"Nothing in particular," Zoro said, still smiling. "So, are we going to tell the rest of them we're together now?"

"I think they'll realise eventually. Let's just leave them to work it out by themselves."

"Yeah, okay." Zoro chuckled.

"Wanna help me cook?" Sanji was making his way over to the pantry.

"Sure. You gonna make sushi?" Zoro asked as he stepped beside the cook, wrapping a hand round his waist.

"I can for you." Zoro pulled the cook in closer.

"Thank you. I'll make you sashimi. I'm pretty good at making it. Better than you." He grinned and helped himself to the ingredients out of the pantry and fridge with one hand, keeping the other around the cook's waist. Sanji turned and embraced Zoro.

"I love you, you stupid mosshead. We'll cook it together so it's perfect."